"Hands at your sides," she says, a suggestion, but with an edge, mostly to see how he reacts to it. "You want me to be able to sit in your lap, don't you?" Her hands skim up over the line of her body, from her hips to her tits, cupping lightly, her dark hair framing her face. "Why don't you tell me what you're into, Eddie? So I can make this really, really good for you."